i’m quitting,
please don’t
those are great
enjoying some good Irish weather today, 45 and rain.
Bump
Those mods, no sense of humor
Did you hear the one about the Irishman who walked out of a bar?
Neither has anyone else!
Keep them coming.
They are excellent.
How do you know when an Irishman is really, really drunk? When he prefers women over whiskey.
THX !
My daughter back in Junior High said:
“How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irishman?”
I don’t know - how many?
“Zero!”
(Please don’t ban me from FR!)
Sodpoodle,
Never, ever, let the bastards grind you down.
Interesting name. I live just a few miles from Sod’s Hole, the remotest part of the Lincolnshire Wolds.
Check my tagline.
Thanks Sod...Love Ya...Sac
Hilarious...thanks!
,,,,pushed
His Stroller Home.
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Ha!
True beer story:
My adult children were over on Sunday for dinner, and they were drinking wine and beer with their Dad. My oldest passed a half-empty bottle of ale to the 14-year-old and said, “You can have this: I want wine with the steak.” The 14-year-old took a sip and said, “Yuck.”
My oldest said, “My first beer was when I was four: I ate some mushrooms growing on the lawn, and Daddy gave me a beer to make me throw up.”
Maybe they already heard all the jokes and considered it old news.....
I’ve been around long enough that most are very familiar - still enjoy reading them though...
I like the ones about the confessional box and the air freshener
THnx for the laugh!
The second man raised his glass and said, "Here's to the city of Cork! Best city in the best county in the best country in the world, Ireland." "You don't say," said the first man, "I'm from Cork, too!" So they drank to Cork.
Then the first man said, "Here's to St. Brendan's Parish. Best parish in the best city in the best county in the best country in the world, Ireland." "Faith," said the second man, "I'm from St. Brendan's too." So they drank to St. Brendan's.
Then the second man said, "Here's to Green Street! Best street to be raised on in the best city in the best country in the world, Ireland." "Begorrah," said the first man, "I grew up on Green Street too!" So they drank to Green Street.
Another guy at the bar called the barman over and asked, "What's all that then?" "Nothing," said the barman, "Just the O'Mally twins. Drunk again."
I’m half Irish and half Italian. I don’t know whether to grab my crotch or drink.